Smile of the Tigress - About Lord Byron

Deep within the heart of a dense jungle, tales of a formidable man-eating tigress called Kali echoed through the whispers of frightened villagers. It was said that her amber eyes bore the sadness of lost cubs and the vengeance against mankind for encroaching upon her territory.

On a particularly overcast day, Arjun, a humble woodcutter from the nearby village, ventured farther than usual in search of wood for the approaching winter. As he methodically chopped, he unintentionally found himself on a small, narrow ledge of a cliff. Behind him, a dense growth of thorny bushes stood tall, ensuring there was no way back.

Lost in his thoughts, he was jolted to the present by the subtle crunch of leaves underfoot. A chill ran down his spine as he slowly turned his head to meet the haunting gaze of Kali. With the realization of the impending danger, his heart raced, but his feet were rooted in place.

With every step Kali took, Arjun’s dreams flashed before his eyes: dreams of escaping the confines of his village, of moving to the city, and of using his bookkeeping skills to earn a living. As Kali closed in, Arjun’s fear seemed to blur, replaced by an acceptance of his fate. He thrust his legs forward in a feeble attempt to fend her off. But Kali, driven by hunger and perhaps a hint of curiosity, lunged at him, locking onto his leg.

Strangely, the searing pain he expected never came. Instead, a surreal calm washed over him, as if the enormity of his situation overshadowed any physical sensation. As Kali began to feast, a peculiar bond formed between predator and prey. Arjun no longer saw her as a monster but as another soul trapped in the relentless cycle of survival. The line between life and death blurred, and a peaceful sleep beckoned him.

His final moments were marked by a smile—a smile of understanding, acceptance, and the mysterious interplay of life and death.

The following morning, a search party from the village stumbled upon the tragic scene. The eerie sight of Arjun’s lifeless body, still wearing that enigmatic smile, sent shivers down their spines. The village doctor, confounded, murmured about rigor mortis and the intense pain Arjun must have felt.

But the truth was known only to Arjun and perhaps Kali, the tigress. The smile wasn’t a grimace of pain but a profound acceptance of the intricate dance of life, where sometimes one leads and at other times, follows.

Lord Byron